“Napalm Girl“ with Boy
(for
Julian)
-Daad! Daaad!
– he cries,
his head
pressed against my shoulder,
his body
shaking,
his right
hand beating my back
without
strength but with strong indignation.
-How could
the Americans do that? –
We´re
standing exactly where
the
photographer stood
and his
famous photo “Napalm Girl”
becomes
three-dimensional -
the skinny,
naked, mutilated child
running
towards us
and my tears
begin to flow
for the
crying Vietnamese girl,
for my crying
German boy.
We can´t, we
needn´t look at
the rest of
the exhibition of terror.
We step
outside into relentless sunshine
to walk
humbly the peaceful streets of Saigon
to not watch
CNN in our western-style hotel.
copyright
Frank Joussen
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